Hello... I was just wondering about your perfume. Am I right in tninking it's Chanel No 5?She looked at me, slightly bored, like she'd heard this a th...usand times before."could be....". she said. "And you are?"Jack, said I. If you ARE Chanel, we've been chatting online for a while. If you're not, then you still smell amazing.That's the worst chat-up line I've heard in a very, very long time, she said. But go back to the bar, get a bottle of Pol Roger and come back here, and maybe you can redeem. Why waste time?” She was blushing and I continued measuring her thighs with my fingers. I even slid my fingers on her pussy lips and pinched it a couple of times. We parked our car and started kissing in the elevator, forget the CCTV cameras.I carried her through the corridor to my home. As soon as we entered we ripped each other’s clothes and started kissing. It was pure lust and nothing else. We were naked. She was playing with my rod. I was roughing up her nipples while we kissed. I kissed. Our kisses were first quick, then longer as she began to writhe over my rock-hard cock. She pulled away from my mouth, now nearly squealing in delight as her hips rose and fell over my pole.She stood up, her fingers pulled at a string holding her bikini bottoms on. I stopped her. “Please leave them on, it drives me wild,” I told her. Then I parted her bottoms and slipped my finger inside her.“Oh baby, that is hot,” she said, sliding back into my lap. She used one hand to part her bikini as I. She sighs a little annoyed sigh, mutes the music and signal for the guys with on finger over her lips. She pushes a button on the phone, and puts it in the couch between the two men."Hiya!" She says in a singsong voice.My heart sinks in my stomach and I stop rubbing my cock as I hear my own voice come out of the speaker."Hey babe, how's the party?"Fuck, I think, this isn't happening, this hasn't happened. My mouth becomes dry and my heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest.My.